Mornings by Bad Karma Lyrics
And still these mornings continue
Reminding me of death I find it in you
More heartless than a crew that don't get live at Hip-Hop venues
Insinuate your face so we can wait for it to happen
By then the sin is great and it's too late to take reaction
Satisfaction gratification, making slaves out of a nation
Adamant placement, too complacent to get out of this basement
Added frustration with basic til I'm out of foundation
Break through granite in a panic, stop the planet's rotation
Manic depressed, deaf mechanics that inhabit my statements
Habits of hating these faking fucks of fraudulent nations
Savage creation with draping guts for augmentation
Putrid temptations so plain there now polluting the basin
Fuming sewage from out my mouth, my house is fumigation
Too soon for waking, day breaking the work is waiting
Labor breaking my back, still surprised my spine can straighten
Waiting on this coffee while my boss keeps swearing grammar
Like fuck it where's my hammer and other things of that matter
Sweat search my ?? data the hammer is getting heavy
It's only 10 o'clock I've nailed hundreds already
Levee about to break, what would it take to make my morning
I guess I like the name of the pain that it's insuring
Just like when you're mourning the dead the rain keeps pouring
And how I start my day is probably labor warning
[Hook]
Try to bear righteous fruit off of the juices bitter
Cycles of day and night I sit and watch my life wither
Consider this my heart but that's a part that's barely working
I'm certain of the burden when they'll close the final curtain
[2x]
Reminding me of death I find it in you
More heartless than a crew that don't get live at Hip-Hop venues
Insinuate your face so we can wait for it to happen
By then the sin is great and it's too late to take reaction
Satisfaction gratification, making slaves out of a nation
Adamant placement, too complacent to get out of this basement
Added frustration with basic til I'm out of foundation
Break through granite in a panic, stop the planet's rotation
Manic depressed, deaf mechanics that inhabit my statements
Habits of hating these faking fucks of fraudulent nations
Savage creation with draping guts for augmentation
Putrid temptations so plain there now polluting the basin
Fuming sewage from out my mouth, my house is fumigation
Too soon for waking, day breaking the work is waiting
Labor breaking my back, still surprised my spine can straighten
Waiting on this coffee while my boss keeps swearing grammar
Like fuck it where's my hammer and other things of that matter
Sweat search my ?? data the hammer is getting heavy
It's only 10 o'clock I've nailed hundreds already
Levee about to break, what would it take to make my morning
I guess I like the name of the pain that it's insuring
Just like when you're mourning the dead the rain keeps pouring
And how I start my day is probably labor warning
[Hook]
Try to bear righteous fruit off of the juices bitter
Cycles of day and night I sit and watch my life wither
Consider this my heart but that's a part that's barely working
I'm certain of the burden when they'll close the final curtain
[2x]